Chapter 7
Rhonda was fascinated by Lord Folsome and his manish wife. They had arrived shortly after lunch. He was shorter than she was and seemed very old in appearance but young in manners and action. He had bowed low, and kissed her hand when they met, calling her charming and refreshing. His wife was young and had a frighteningly intense stare. She was tall and heavy to the point where she seemed almost square in shape. Her hair was grey and cut like a man's hair and she wore very masculine suits. When Lady Folsome spoke she was a baritone and her voice purred like a hungry tiger.
Rick had no doubt that she was a truck driver diesel type butch if he had ever seen one, and he wasn't about to let his naive wife stumble into a situation where she would have to defend herself. As for Lord Folsome that was something else again. Rick had felt that he was being measured by the old man, like an old stallion looking at a competing young stud. The Monroes were obviously old friends and Rick even noticed a glance between Noreen and the Lord. He dismissed it, musing that the old man probably hadn't had an erection since World War II. He couldn't imagine the old goat and Noreen together but he sure could imagine himself with her. He felt that both Noreen and Rhonda appeared healthier and more relaxed today. He remembered his dream. Rick listened politely for a few minutes while the older people exchanged gossip and then, catching Rhonda's eye, he excused them, saying they had promised each other to go sailing that afternoon. Lord Folsome made them promise to meet for cocktails and they accepted the invitation. A short time later they were happily swimming across the lake.
Back at the castle, Lord Folsome was being briefed on the young newly weds by Monroe. "Incredible, absolutely incredible!" Monroe was saying, "She has the most talented rectal reactions I've ever encountered. The very first time she's ever indulged, and already she reacts like a pro!" He continued, "However, the silly little bitch thinks sexual, standard intercourse is painful to her. She's been brainwashed probably by her own mother."
Lord Folsome replied, "Well, it's our christian duty to do all we can to bring joy to her life." He bit his lower lip and grinned broadly.
Monroe's stare was enigmatic. "She has a great deal of joy already as long as she can learn to relax."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Brace yourself. I know this will come as a shock but the boy could loan you a couple of inches and he'd never miss it."
"No, really?" Lord Folsome asked.
"The truth. You might ask Noreen ... he went in so far that she was sure he'd ruined her and ripped her!"
"That's incredible!"
"You'll have your chance to see him in action with Noreen tonight ... after the photographs are taken."
Lord Folsome was still shaking his head in wonderment a few minutes later as he stood by the window and gazed out at the boat on the lake. He could feel his mouth water as he thought of the pleasure to come to him tonight and the sheer delights that would come tomorrow when the girl would be forced to do anything he demanded.
Aboard the boat, Rhonda watched Rick sailing against the wind. How sure he seemed of himself, she thought. How very poised for a young man and how very handsome. She was so proud of him. She shifted her buttocks against the cushion to arrive at a more comfortable position. That dream last night! That had been quite a dream-so real! And this morning she had even awakened with her rectum feeling very sore. She supposed the soreness had something to do with the breaking of her hymen. Her vagina still ached ... odd about that part of the dream too. She felt a vague stirring of excitement as she remembered Rick's tongue and lips down there in her dream. She resolutely told herself that it was Rick in the dream even though he had had Monroe's features. That together with Rick making love to her in the behind! Men didn't do that to women! Or did they? She wished life was simple enough for men and women to make love any old way they wanted and enjoy it. Perhaps some did but she knew that it was wishful thinking on her part. She wasn't normal and she knew it now. It was all well and good to have a dream where you reached a climax two different ways, but reality was a different thing ... and reality had already proven that her mother was right: Rhonda was incapable of enjoying sexual intercourse because of the pain.
"Penny," Rick said.
"What?"
"A penny for your thoughts."
Rhonda smiled impulsively and wrapped her arms around his outstretched legs. "I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you as my husband." It was the truth and she knew it.
Rick kissed her on the top of the head and then pointed to a small beach at the foot of one of the hills; it was hidden from the castle and most of the rest of the lakefront. "What do you say we go picnicking and swimming here tomorrow? We could even ... ah ... dispense with bathing suits. How about that?" He leered at her.
She pretended as though he were making a joke even though she knew that he was probably serious. "Rick, I'm surprised at you."
Rick swung the tiller and the sails fluffed as the boat coasted into the dock. Rick said that he could manage and that Rhonda should run ahead and get into a hot shower as the afternoon had grown chilled.
She kissed him and headed towards the castle. Rick watched her buttocks swing inside the tight little shorts and made a loud wolf whistle. She looked back grinning and pleased-and then laughed out loud as the two dogs came running as if they had been called and jumped on Rick.
Ten minutes later Rick finished his securing of the boat and got to their suite. He called her name when he got inside the door but there was no answer. He heard the water running in the shower. The urgency hit him almost immediately, and his cock started growing painfully. He stripped down throwing his clothes into an untidy heap on the floor and went into the shower room. Rhonda was humming a song. Rick looked down at his erection, now standing out in front of him as though an inflexible pole had been driven into his midriff.
Grinning wickedly and feeling extremely aroused, he stepped into the steamy shower. Rhonda had her back toward him. She had lathered herself all over and the white soap bubbles clung lovingly to the shining pink cheeks of her firm round buttocks. Very kissable he thought.
Slowly, Rick put his arms around her and cupped both breasts.
She screamed and spun around, eyes wide in fright. Then she closed her eyes and sighed. "My God, how you frightened me. My heart feels like it is going to pound right out of my body."
"Yeh, I can feel it," Rick grinned and gently squeezed her left breast.
Only then did Rhonda look shocked as she suddenly realized where he was. "Rick, you shouldn't be ... I mean...." she was flustered. He merely laughed and turned the other shower nozzles. Rhonda could feel one of them spraying against her buttocks and it stung sensually.
She watched as Rick took the soap and began to lather himself all over. The soapy water ran in a trail from his shoulders and chest down to the pubic hair from which the cannon-like penis projected. He seemed terribly aroused, she could tell this from the way he acted ... in addition to his erection. And, to be absolutely honest with herself, she was feeling a bit of wicked excitement herself.
"Turn around," he ordered, "and I'll wash your back for you."
Dimpling, Rhonda did as instructed. She felt the roughness of the wash cloth rubbing against her upper shoulders. Then he was moving down to a spot directly in back of her breasts. She glanced down and saw that both of her nipples were erect and that both of her aureolas were covered with foamy goose bumps. Now he was rubbing her buttocks-first roughly with the rag and then gently with his hands covered with slippery warm soap and water. She could feel the soap suds slithering down the crevice beneath her spine and abruptly she remembered the dream of being made love to that way. Rick's hands were all over her now. Breasts, buttocks, abdomen....
She felt him move back from her for a second and, feeling disappointment, she turned and saw him lathering up his penis and pubic hair. Then he was back again, his hot cudgel pressing against the smooth, white cheeks of her buttocks, his chest hair against her back. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, and lifted her hair kissing the nape of her neck. A shiver of delight went through her entire body. Her heart which had been pounding earlier in fright was now running away in excitement. He pressed his prick forward into soapy buttocks. Rhonda stood there feeling the exquisite sensations of his penis against the slippery cheeks of her ass. Then he slid it beneath her and it rubbed against the labia of her cunt. Immediately, she tensed. It hurt. Rick however was making no effort to penetrate. She looked down at her front and could see the tip of his penis protruding out from the soft curls of pubic hair between her legs. To her, it looked as if it were her own. Without volition and not fully realizing what she was doing, she ran her hands down across her soapy belly, through her damp nest, and clasped the head of the cock in both hands. She squeezed. It was a electrifying thing for her; she had never touched him before-not this way and not in this manner. She could feel the current flowing between her hands and his prick. It was beautiful ... it was exciting ... it was the most sensual thing she had ever felt in her life-except for the silly dream, of course.
Rick felt her hands there and he groaned. God, he thought, I'm so excited I'm about to cum right now. I feel like a hopped-up high school kid getting his first piece of ass and cumming before he even gets it in. He began making little swaying movements to and fro, and his desire hardened prick slid along the entire length of her vaginal crevice-from clitoris to anus. She moaned. He wasn't sure whether it was one of pain or delight. A moment later, when she moaned again, he knew she liked it.
He had both of his hands on her hips now, moving them and her away from him, then back to him. There was friction-a hot, soapy, glorious friction-on his cock. Friction from her vaginal lips and hair, friction from the cheeks of her ass. Abruptly, he became aware that Rhonda was doing an absolutely wild and wonderful thing with the muscles of her buttocks. She was flexing them and with each movement he made they tightened along both sides of his cock. He got to moving faster and faster. He wanted to put it in her; he wanted to stick it in her cunt, her asshole ... anywhere! for he could feel the waiting load of sperm in his balls beginning to boil impatiently.
Rhonda, gasping for breath, knew she wanted him inside her bowels. She could remember the dream. She wanted him deep in her rectum! She wanted him deep inside her womb! She wanted him inside her belly, no matter how it hurt. She could feel all of her nerves, all her muscles, all of everything crying for release. The only release would come from him being somewhere inside of her. She turned suddenly and the hardened penis slipped from between her legs. Rick groaned. Her open mouth reached up hungrily for his lips, and she savagely kissed him in an attempt to communicate her urgency, her acquiescence, her desire. Then, she moved her hand down to his straining cock. It took all the will power she possessed to make her hand close around it. Rick groaned deep in his throat. She moved her hand experimentally on the long hard hot shaft itself. It feels like the scruff of a puppy's neck, she thought, then excited beyond belief, she began pumping on it. Rick had begun french-kissing her, and his hands had slipped down to her buttocks. He kneaded them, and she felt the most delicious of lewd sensations.
Rhonda was no longer attempting to stroke him; she was frantically pulling at the virile instrument-trying to pull it into her vagina-when Rick suddenly let out a low moan of delight and stopped breathing. The cock swelled in her hand, and then she felt it throbbing. She watched it, fascinated, as the white hot cum spurted out all over her belly and pubic hair; it ran in great white rivers to join the soapy trails streaming down her glistening thighs. Rick continued to cum, his penis continued to throb for almost a full minute. He kept his eyes closed in rapture during the entire thing. Finally, he sighed deeply as if just beginning to breath again.
"Ummmmm, that was the greatest!" he said. Rhonda blinked uncertainly, trying to assess her emotions. She was pleased that she had made him feel good; perhaps "pleased" wasn't quite strong enough. She was happy that she had been able to. It was her own feelings that were troubling her now. She still felt the intolerable heat of her own desires-those strange alien desires which she couldn't analyze. Rhonda knew that there had been a shameful, uninhibited moment there when she had actually wanted to bend over in front of him and spread her buttocks apart so he could insert his penis in her rectum. Another moment she had felt the overwhelming need of having it-no matter how agonizing-put into her vagina. And there had been the feeling of that wonderfully strong piece of hard flesh beneath her hands ... she had, when the heat had been the greatest, wanted to kiss it:-to pay tribute to it. She knew why some writers called it a "god head" now!
She looked down at Rick's maleness. It was flaccid, barely three or four inches long, oozing white liquid and covered with soap suds. Then she threw her head back and began laughing. It was a laugh of relief, of happiness shared, or delight with the moment in time and space.
"What's wrong?" Rick asked, puzzled and fearing ridicule.
Impulsively, she threw her arms around his waist and put her head against his chest. She was getting her hair all wet but she didn't care. "I love you," she said, squeezing him. She giggled again. "You felt just like a dying horse ... twitching away there."
A second later he was laughing with her and Rhonda knew that everything was going to be all right between them and that sex would not be painful once her vagina had stretched a little and become accustomed to his size. Within her body the heat began to build again ... and she was impatient to have that accommodation made as soon as possible.